The darkest thicket, a daunting stare, stinge some foul…
An eerie swamp, a cryptic flare, a glaciating howl…
All, but none around the pyre, all, but one- hides in the cowl…
“Who is that?”- one dares to ask. “Solitude”- is heard a scowl.

“There, behind “seclusion”, hides a fading man…
Despondency is what it turned into, on that long a span”

The House

An early morning, drapes alfight, birds all tweet…
At portico, beauty for sight, glissades a damsel sweet…
“Where’s your corset, you lousy wench!”- is all the heat,
A High estate, a rich demesne, yet filth off street…

“All this society, all those trends- a despot o’er heads…
Trailing those, loosing friends, knit we all dystopian threads!”

The School

A flock of kids, in field they play, mirth a bunch!
Around something they are gay, natures gift?- a hunch?
Closer, laughter, there’s a deafish boy, gets a kick, a punch…
His name is Ludwig, and he shan’t leave a crunch!

“All have stories, paths, habitude to greatness…
Some suffer, some don’t, yet all reach in lateness!”

The Lake

He ran his eyes- stars seemed to hover,

“Life’s been concise”, he does uncover,

“I’m still in joy, I’m still tired of lies

Reality’s Troy- green bellied fireflies…”

“The man’s just right, in his built up illusion.

Blind us the truths, sight, with confusion!”

The Pub

“I fill the bowl, then tap the dottle…
Meanwhile others- down the bottle…”
He opens stashed up, tobacco leaves…
“Minds’ out resort, senses take heaves…”

“I’d puff for grayish soul and ring for misty mind,
All kinds love a kind, that’s the truth of the mankind”

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Lots of emotions + a vocabulary growing extinct day by day may lead to a creative envision of the events that can be visualized by an imaginative reader…

This is a first breach into this genre, I have no idea what effect will it have on you…

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A lady mind- centred foreplay erotica…

”Verbose at Night…

Night of a Glance

“My heart is full with love for you…My eyes are full with gratitudeMy feelings yearn for your attitudeBut feelings’re tender things…”
“I think of you, I thank youI wink at you, I thank youDeclared my love with heart on plateI slipped, but I hope I ain’t late…”
(My brave and lovely Sweetness, cat,
She’s sleeping on her lovely mat…)
“My baby, baby- I will sleep…For now, you listen-don’t be a creep!”
(For I’m in love with curly hair…
And girl is fair, very fair…
Her wavy red sea all around,
Her wavy bosom.) “I’m on the groundI see the stars, I see the eyesBut I fail more to fantasize…My fingers weep for her lips a touchThank you so much, thank you so much…Yes, maybe I am mad right nowBut I am now, I’m very now!!!”
‘She’s still afraid of both my eyes
That I’ll like her less than her disguise.
So I’ll look forward for her gaze…
She will amaze, she will amaze…’

‘Brave up, my heart, for we are trying…
Please, do it right- we’re not flying…’
“I think of you, my eyes swell up…My pounding heart- please, don’t screw up!!!The thought just stays in all those curls…All feelings, all like water whirls…I see there maths and maths sees me…My heart shouts out- cease me, cease me!Those eyes, eyes of emerald are those…I look at sun, I look up close…Their blinding beauty finds me now…I’m blinded, thus I ask-“Just how?”‘
“Things, she claims she’s never heard…Amazing, that had her, never stirred…She feels afraid, yet warm at soul…But all that fear makes her a ghoul…Just understand he’s afraid too…And she is too, and they’re too…Of seven is afraid that two…For it ate nine, but I won’t you…”

(For those who get emotional a bit)

“Sweetness, Sweetness, please don’t cry…Look that’s dancing “chicken fry”…What about that wrapping roll?It grooves so bad to rock’n’roll…Flying saucers, falling pans…That’s how kitchen things are- they dance…Clunck- a clunck they spring about…Are you sane, damn, are you sound?Oh my God, my God- that a mess!!!Oils, vinegars, sauces- on recess…Cleaning up will be a stress…They’re shaking them legs no less…”
“My little curly mess right there…Starts moving as if she doesn’t care…She goes around and turns about…With kitchen sink clapping, so sound…Crazy wild girl and kitchen tools…Prancing about the kitchen, like fools…He walks inside and sees her that sad…“Come dance with me!”- THAT’s very bad…Chairs and table all vanish aside…He’s lucky to have her by his side…Now she is smiling all along…His mission accomplished all so strong…”

Night of Feather

To the lady with stars on her cheek…

(This pretty being have I seen…
Becoming hers I got so keen…
Has lots of thoughts up right her mind…
She all time catty, smiling, kind…
With emeraldy eyes at me she gazed…
With feelings’ coating soul my glazed…
She got entwined in all her thoughts…)
“But I am there to connect the dots…Fearless Sweetness, she turned mine…Though that was not by my design…Me becoming hers, she became mine…Well, it sounds great and still goes fine…”
(“Don’t get sexual!“- that’s what she said…
Yet, biting her lips, she lied in her bed…)
‘I went right on describing filth…
She imagined all, but felt her quilt…
I pushed the boundaries, controlled myself…
For her request, I ceased THAT self…
She went on saying, yes that’s right…
I had her then and I felt- might…’
She said: “No sex!“- yet dwelled ecstatic…
‘I felt her thighs and then it’s static…
Taming the beast, stopping right there…
It’s not just me, you too are there…
In my hands there is your hair…
Yet no kiss, all we do is stare…’
“Don’t get sexual, yet please embrace!!!”
“That’s the most amazing maze…Solving which I’ll pass my time…Kissing you- committing crime…Right I see the way she does pout…An urge to have them in my mouth…I can’t see things, a blurry vision…To kiss or bite- a tough decision…”
(He waits, he waits well past midnight…
And get a glimpse of her he might…
He thought he’ll catch her, then they’d kiss…
But to his left, in car left his miss…
His desperation growing old…
He yearns to feel, when her do hold…
Away with chivalry, away with thoughts…
He’ll have her then, with all the clothes…)
(She hopes, he’ll get the magic right…
To feel her, she’ll give him a green light…)
(He’ll cage his energy for feather’s touch…
He’ll give her things she’ll love so much…)
(She has her wings, but won’t let them spread…
Envisioning things all time in her bed:
She’ll see him climbing over her…
She’ll clutch him, make him own her…
She’s shy, she’s there right there in bed…
All kinds of things right there in head…)

(He can’t control, he can’t resist…
To find her soul, clenches her wrist…
Right on her, he falls all slightly…
His intentions she can’t take lightly…)
“We can’t, no sex, no damn ways…”
(With her legs she clings to embrace…
To get his mind, to help his mind…
She clings to him, so damn tight…
Her lips don’t leave his- tight embrace…
He truly, truly can’t feel his face…
With both his hands- he her head he takes…
He doesn’t care what is at stakes…
He pushes her head well deep in pillow…
Her fallen hair resembles a willow…
He licks her once as if she’s cream…
Then she wakes up- it was a dream…)

Night of a Touch

(She hides her mountains with them clouds…
Leaving all men die in doubts…
She hides the rocks right under waves…
He never knew he got one of them babes…)
(In rocking chair he rocks and types…
While his lady gets her shy vibes…
His mind right now, pounds and hypes…)
“Why isn’t she from naked tribes…”
(“Please stop, please stop!“- she says out loud…
But not for him, that’s all for crowd…
She craves and craves for each word that drops his lips…
That maybe he’ll kiss her with his hands on her hips…)
(She has that wink, she has that smile…
Her racy voice is heard from a mile…
She can seduce with “Mio Amor…”
He’ll let her in and shut the door…)
(What he’d have done if she was wild…
His efforts would’ve gone a mild…
For she’d done a lot of things, her own…
Forbidden things she would’ve shown…
The door is closed, the eyes wide shut…
The big bad wolf just blew the hut…
The huts-his head, the wolf is she…
With her on top that’s how sit we…
Right on his shoulders all her weight…
Get to the business thinking straight…
The warmth of thighs is turning on…
“Look at her shyness all its gone…”

(His head in hands they dance in stance…
That’s a tornado for a foreign glance…)
(He bends right forward holding her back…
Her butt- the table, with a smack…
He frees his head and behaves right…
Goes from the thighs up to her might…
His waist on hers that feelings warm…
What happens next is just a storm…)
(Her hairs’ on table, back’s her bent…
She kisses him, impacts a dent…
He holds her tight amidst her flight…
Their closeness feels perfect and right…
Her lips on his, she bends her neck…
Her hands go down… He’s:- “What the heck?”)
(That naughty- shy girl spreads her wings…
Now, she is doing crazy things…
His collar is clutched, neck is licked…
He was leading, but now feels tricked…
The raging monster to him she clings…
Back unto the wall their union springs…
The wall’s a cheat, it’s not right there…
He’s on the ground out of nowhere…
The fall left him out of the breath…
Breathtaking- that’s how she looks- a bet…)
(She takes his hands and leads the blind…
For things he might not ever find…
She says- “Be gentle!” Less she knew…)
(He was an artist- her he drew…
He drew on her like on canvas paper…
He felt her arms, like sticks- the draper…
His slightest touch left her like goose…
Hands at her back unhooking them loose…
After much time she gives him to lead…
He feels her up with no less greed…)
(Enlightened, she lifts her eyes to ceiling…
He touches her lips- she’s very willing…
She slides away her plans on tips…
He lifts her closer by her hips…
She looks at him with funny discontent…)
(He gets this- lady is crooked and bent…
With open palm he goes through hair…
Her skin so soft, babyish and fair…
His other hand on her back gets under…
Her skin, a touch is just a wonder…
He leaves her hair and gets tight pressed…
His interest got her impressed…)
(She backed him off and in a jest…
Removed her very skinny vest…
The boy astonished, mouth wide…
Is that adulthood by his side…
He meddles, waits, her to give a cue…
She sits like that for moments a few…
She saw him brave, but now he’s not…
She sees how helpless, shocked he got…
She then rewards him with a tight embrace…
And heard his heart in chest run race…)
(Two points of excitement pressed against his chest…
To interpret he does his best…
He feels her hands slight down his waist…
His shirt was pressed- oh what a waste…
Unbuttoned him like in that game…
He then got lucky- and for her- fame…
He sees them right and firm and tight…
Touch them as well he maybe might…
He feels all grateful, all again…
In her embrace he does that drain…
Her warmth against his jumping chest…
He feels her breast, yes that’s her breast…
He didn’t figure- the switch got on…
To give her he’s got feels a tonne…
His hands run free & wild and got behind…
What he did there is on your mind…
That’s hard to stop, high is the tension…
He longs for this moment’s extention…
His first encounter with a her life…
To catch his breath he had to strife…
He lifts her up and lay on ground…
To her body his mind is bound…
All he sees- switches a bunch…
He sucks her lips with upward hunch…
He leaves her lips and licks downtown…
He is her king, but where’s the crown?
His lips on left, on right- his magic…
Hard- soft, hard- soft, to make it tragic…
She kissed his head, he kissed her bosom…
And overall it feels so awesome…
He gets some teeth right on her nip…
She gets so high- a marijuana trip…
He’ll stop it there, let her think…
Next time at him when she’ll wink…
She will undress him- and so will he…
His hands so gentle- where they should be…
They are free, this can be true…
Now she can think of things to do…)

I love you May, let’s live the day!!!I love you May, let’s get away!!!I love you May, let’s live the day!!! let’s get away!!!I think that “we” – should stay…I think that “we”, should, stay!

Her curly hair,
brushed by, now…
Forget you?-
Ooh, how?
To catch your hand,
I turn around…
But all I see,
is an empty crowd…

In my mind,
a hint of despair…
With frozen hand,
I stood right there…
With my eyes closed,
I see your charm…
A thought of you,
made numb feel warm …

I love you May, let’s live the day!!!I love you May, let’s get away!!!I love you May, let’s live the day!!! let’s get away!!!I think that “we” – should stay…I think that “we”, should, stay!

A feather touch,
I cannot see…
” Oh, boy, are you,
looking out for me?”
I link our eyes,
let her fall in…
” Girl, all this time,
where have you been?”

The sun is up,
with rain beside…
A wave of crowd,
it’s high tide…
Amidst the crest,
they do stand…
Then walk away,
hand in hand…

I love you May, let’s live the day!!!I love you May, let’s get away!!!I love you May, let’s live the day!!!I love you May, let’s get away!!!I think that “we” – should stay…I think that “we”, should, stay!

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If only I knew romance prolific…
For you would I have crossed Pacific
My feet would have I climbed the Eiffel Tower…
Just only if I had enough love power

For you my dear, I’ll put a show of Fashion…
But yet, I know it’s not the only passion…
You and I’ll tour this wonder- world…
And I will be with you, through hot and cold…

Would I put your name out of Stonehendge’s stones…
And with my eyes engrave your name on dinosaur’s bones…
If only I knew, for you I knew romance
A line would I bend into a hyperbola stance…
I’ll make Beckham to bend in your name…
All this, in the name of our love’s fame

I’ll fight with my lion, if need there would be…
Oh yes, he is mine, as hope would be thee…
Guess who brought my blue world a wee of pink hue?
Don’t look around, oh muse of mine, its you…
Oh dear, I’m a frog and I’ll jump over a mile…
Just, so that, the line above bring you a smile…

Some people call me a Nazi of Grammar,
On your head thus, I bash Thorian hammer
Alcohol, me your acid, spark up, we- ester…
Oh muse of mine, what can be “bester”???

Oh dear, to put a feather in your tummy…
I don’t at all need to sound funny…
Enough of childish things you heard…
Break free you cage bound bird

Ocean’s not deep neither are skies…
But depth I can’t find in your eyes…
Desperate, sit on a bench, look up for moon…
But deep beneath, I wish to see you soon…

Fly around, tweet around, vapourise…
Just then emerge to me, my sunrise
Just hope, reading this you bored didn’t get…
The way I didn’t since the day we met…

Let me cut this down, up you psych…
Oh muse, you are the one I like
Oh muse of mine, my beauty, o’dear
My vocabulary here goes wear and tear…

So here we are on this day of Valentine…
I end by asking- “Why can’t you be mine?”

I hope you all liked this rhyme…
And reading this didn’t waste your time…
Girl, you said a chocolate and a rose…
Now tell me was this upto that dose???